I am a cat person. Always have been. Growing up on the farm we had cats a'plenty, barn cats, yard cats, house cats, garage cats, even wildcats that came in from the fields and forests (I mean BIG bobcat kind of cats that we had to scare off with a shotgun). I have a very vivid memory of my dad being under the crawl space of the house fixing something and hearing him start to moan. And then to calmly and almost quietly say "Somebody help me please". When we stuck our head in the crawlspace, there was a bobcat standing on my dad's chest! Anywho, I digress. I was devastated to leave my three beautiful felines in Toronto when I came to Mexico. I have always had a lovely kitty in my life, usually more than one. Living right now with only one, evil cat, I am just not satisfied. Unfortunately, Hubby hates cats and is refusing to allow another in the house.
Now for my evil plot. I am enlisting Max. Max LOVES kitties. Sadly, Changa is a bitch (makes me love her even more) and won't let him touch her or even near her. Doesn't stop him from trying and saying "I love you Changa, good night Changa, good morning Changa, I feed you Changa" and chasing her around all day. On my weekly visit to the therapist this week, I visited with the six lovely cats that live there (and the 17, yes 17, street cats that they feed daily). They had recently rescued two mama kitties who had just given birth, so in addition to the big beauties, there are seven wittle bitty sweetie baby kitties who I MUST HAVE. The therapist was late but I told him I didn't need him, I had wittle babies to make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside (ok, we still did the session, but I think the kittens did me more good, teehee). So, I have started to ask Max if he wants a kitty. Planting the seed. I know he will grab hold and run with it and together we can defeat Dr. KittyHater and bring one of the bundles of fur into our house. How many times can Hubby hear "Pweeeeease Daddy, I want a baby kitty, PORFIS papa precioso bonito te quiero mucho quiero un gatito!" before he caves in? Combine Max's good looks, charm and pestering with mine and we might just have a winner.